About
One day my son and I were making my favorite childhood dessert — chocolate balls made from crushed biscuits, cocoa, butter, and sugar, rolled in coconut flakes. That day we decided to give one of the chocolate balls eyes. And just like that, Bobby was born.
In the darkness of the container Bobby blinked open and saw a sliver of light.
He ached, but stretched. He wondered if another like him existed,
if he could soften his form and slip through the crack toward connection.
This space is for all the Bobbies — for anyone whose eyes are opening.
Here you will find poems and images, tiny beams of light for anyone reaching through the dark.
Bobby Look!
One day in the kitchen, laughter was sweet,
tiny hands rolling a chocolate treat.
Round little balls in coconut snow,
one we named Bobby — and gave him a glow.
Candy eyes blinking, startled and bright,
opened to wonder, opened to light.
Shaken, awakened, he started to see:
“If light can find me… who else can be?”
Around him the others lay heavy, asleep,
motionless, dreamless, silent and deep.
But Bobby stretched, his eyelids wide,
a crack of sun on the dark inside.
“If eyes can open, perhaps I can bend,
soften my roundness, begin to mend.
Not melt away, not vanish or fall,
but flow like water through cracks in the wall.”
So Bobby worked, he blinked each day,
softening slowly, finding his way.
Blink by blink, his spirit grew,
believing another could see him too.
This place is for Bobbies, for all who awake,
for hearts that are softening, ready to break.
To soften toward self, toward love, toward each other, to see with the eyes of a son and a mother.
Welcome to Bobby Look!
Poems and images for the softening.
Eyes wide open.